Non sparare - Renato Zero

Lasciai lo stuolo…

L’albero, il nido mio,

Presi il volo e andai… dove andai…

Credevo che il mondo,

Avesse rispetto di me,

Delle mie ali,

Della mia libert?!

Guardami, volteggiare…

Prima di sparare!

Vecchio cacciatore,

Ha volato mai?

L’hai fatto mai?

Da quass?,

Scopro te…

Scopro il tuo dolore,

Il tuo mondo, muore!

Risparmiami almeno, pensando che sono…

Rimasto da solo anch’io:

Lasciami al cielo,

All’ultimo volo mio!

Fai riposare il fucile,

Tutto l’odio ch'?

in te…

Se mi ascolti cantare, vorr?

dire che…

Se avrai un sentimento,

Un’altra primavera vedrai!

Sarai ricco ed immenso… Volerai, anche tu, volerai!

Guardami, volteggiare…

Prima di sparare!

Guardami, seguo anch’io,

La mia triste sorte…

…Ma non sar?

la morte…

Se mai la tua mano, esiter?,

Una vita alla vita dar?!

Se mai voler?, anche tu, volerai: con me!

…Non sparare!

I left the crowd ...

The tree, my nest,

I took off and went ... where did I go ...

I believed that the world,

Had respect for me,

Of my wings,

Of my freedom ?!

Look at me, spin ...

Before shooting!

Old hunter,

Has he ever flown?

Have you ever done it?

From here ?,

I discover you ...

I discover your pain,

Your world, dies!

Spare me at least, thinking that I am ...

Left alone too:

Leave me in the sky

On my last flight!

Let the gun rest,

All the hatred that?

into you…

If you listen to me sing, will you?

say that ...

If you have a feeling,

Another spring you will see!

You will be rich and immense ... You will fly, too, you will fly!

Look at me, spin ...

Before shooting!

Look at me, I follow too,

My sad fate ...

... But it won't be?

the death…

If your hand will ever hesitate,

A life to life to give ?!

If you ever want to ?, you too, will fly: with me!

… Don't shoot!